The Street Stall Life Starting from the Star-Network World 2

Taking advantage of the early hour before bedtime, Wen Jiu entered the Star Network world to survey the market.

As a flash of white light illuminated, opening her eyes once more transported her from the two-person dormitory to the bustling and crowded Starlight Night Market.

The scene remained as bustling as ever. Wen Jiu raised a hand to inspect it, finding only the same calloused, rugged iron fist.

Altering her Star Network avatar cost five thousand Star Coins, so she decided to make do with this one for now.

She then pulled up the smart navigation system and, following the green footprints glowing on the ground, strode rapidly through the dense crowd.

Perhaps due to her transformation into a bulky, fierce-looking roughneck, those who had been huddled in the middle of the path haggling with small vendors unconsciously stepped aside as she approached.

Thus, Wen Jiu quickly located her rented stall amidst the winding maze of vending areas.

True to the floor plan, it measured approximately 1.5 square meters.

It was the smallest type of rentable space available in the Starlight Night Market.

She cast a glance to her left and right. On the left, a middle-aged man was sitting in a chair, nodding off. Beneath his feet lay a casual layer of oily paper, strewn with various bottles and jars of unknown purpose.

To the right, although the stall was marked as rented, no one was currently operating it.

The Starlight Night Market was a relatively large-scale bazaar within the Star Network world, employing security personnel to patrol the grounds alongside specialized cleaning robots that swept the pathways.

Consequently, the area Wen Jiu had rented was remarkably clean.

She would need to procure all the necessary supplies for setting up a stall herself, but instead of rushing to the hardware shops, she chose to wander further into the Starlight Night Market.

It was a place where anything imaginable could be found—whether weapons, potions, gourmet food, or jewelry, pets, furniture, or bizarre gadgets—if you wanted to buy it, it was sold here.

However, the food here could only be classified as dark cuisine; the mere sight of sweet potatoes roasted to the consistency of charcoal filled Wen Jiu with complicated emotions.

The vendor selling roasted sweet potatoes continued to call out enthusiastically, "If these potatoes aren't charred, they aren't delicious! Ours are authentic charcoal-roasted sweet potatoes! You won't find anything better anywhere in the Starlight Night Market!"

Wen Jiu managed a strained smile and turned away.

Shortly after, she drifted toward a fortune-telling booth.

A mysterious woman draped in a red cloak sat before an antique wooden table, her vividly painted fingernails lightly caressing a deep purple crystal ball.

Specks of starlight shimmered faintly within the crystal sphere. She raised her chin slightly, revealing a sickly pallor emerging from the shadows that stood in stark contrast to her alluring red lips.

"O great God Sulemay, in the name of your most devoted follower, I implore you to look with favor upon this pitiful soul before us."

Although Wen Jiu had often seen witches using crystal balls for divination in online videos, this was her first time witnessing the act in person.

Consequently, she paused, watching the performance with considerable interest.

"The great God Sulemay is about to descend. O pitiful one, may the gods grant mercy to your soul."

With these words, the crystal ball's faint luminescence suddenly flared as bright as a lamp, illuminating the woman's captivating visage.

She stood up and stepped forward, swaying her slender waist continuously.

Until she reached Wen Jiu, her fingertips gently hooked under Wen Jiu's chin. Fixing her mesmerizing emerald eyes upon Wen Jiu, she exhaled gently like an orchid in bloom.

"Sir, the great God Sulemay has commanded me to rescue your soul, which is deeply mired in the quagmire."

Wen Jiu: ?

Watching this stunning beauty persistently flutter her eyelashes and cast alluring glances at her, she found the situation rather amusing.

Good grief, con artists were everywhere.

Yet Wen Jiu did not leave immediately; after all, appreciating a beauty was something she was quite willing to do.

Therefore, she wrapped her muscular arm around the other person, leaned in close, and lowered her voice as much as possible: "Oh?"

Zhuang Rudie was accustomed to people captivated by her beauty, but the person before her merely appeared to be embracing her waist while their arm actually hovered slightly away without making direct contact.

This detail caught her by surprise.

No matter. Once the fish had taken the bait, it was time to ensure it couldn't walk away with its wallet.

With a charming smile, Zhuang Rudie slipped away from Wen Jiu's embrace and crooked a finger lightly, signaling the other to follow her.

Just as she anticipated, this brawny man with all brawn and no brains dutifully followed behind.

She glided like a butterfly back to her stall and sat down facing Wen Jiu.

"Sir, according to the will of the God Sulemay, you are currently troubled by your livelihood and utterly bewildered by the future."

Gazing at the captivating woman before her, Wen Jiu cooperatively nodded.

Seeing her nod, Zhuang Rudie pressed her lips into a smile, then instantly shifted back into the demeanor of a mysterious, elusive enchantress, saying coldly: "From the oracle decreed by the God Sulemay, it is also apparent that you frequently linger in blood-soaked places, and you are likely to face mortal peril in the future."

Hearing this, Wen Jiu suppressed the urge to laugh. If she had previously been observing whether the woman possessed any genuine skill, she could now confirm with certainty that the other party was merely a swindler looking to make a quick buck.

Nonetheless, she continued to play along with Zhuang Rudie, slamming her fist heavily onto the table to put on a villainous facade and speaking in a gruff voice: "Little girl, talk nonsense no longer! My blade—the blade of Sun Badao—knows no mercy!"

Yet Zhuang Rudie maintained a faint smile, extending a delicate hand to sweep across the crystal ball, which now displayed wisps of white fog tinged with a bloody crimson hue.

"May the God Sulemay forgive your impudence. The deity decreed that I should save your pitiful soul, yet you respond with such behavior—truly wasting the god's benevolent intentions."

"If you do not believe me, you may leave this instant, but then your impending disaster of bloodshed shall remain unresolved by anyone!"

Wen Jiu lowered her head and bit her lip, terrified she might burst out laughing.

Old Jianghu swindler tactics: I see darkness settling between your eyebrows; disaster and bloodshed are surely upon you.

Seeing that she remained silent, Zhuang Rudie waved her sleeve once more, causing a bloody scene to flicker in and out of view within the crystal ball.

It depicted the scene of Wen Jiu (or rather, her Star Network avatar) being pierced to death by a volley of countless arrows, which vanished after a mere few seconds.

"As long as you sincerely offer tribute to the God Sulemay, the deity shall redeem your tragic fate."

Zhuang Rudie waited patiently. Usually, by this stage, targets would panic and beg her for assistance.

After all, the fat sheep she targeted were meticulously selected—precisely individuals like Wen Jiu, who appeared disreputable and lustful.

Aside from being lustful, such people typically possessed poor tempers, proved unable to resist temptation or provocation, and had likely committed misdeeds in reality.

As long as she manifested before them like a goddess to offer help, she could heavily fleece them of their wealth.

Therefore, Zhuang Rudie felt no rush at all, keeping her alluring gaze fixed on Wen Jiu's expression of hesitation, well-satisfied within.

"Pitiful soul, you need only offer tribute to my god, and the deity will issue an oracle to redeem you," she murmured at a leisurely pace, her tone overflowing with compassion.

Inwardly, however, she was thinking that she was about to make a massive profit today.

"Well, thank you very much for that, beauty."

With those words, Wen Jiu stood up, dusted off her trousers, and turned to leave without casting another glance at Zhuang Rudie.

This left Zhuang Rudie, who had been mapping out her profits, frozen in place.